I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"I am not an angel."

Zhao Weilai shook his head:

"My name is Zhao Weilai, and I'm just an older player who entered the dungeon earlier than you guys."

What I just showed you is the system inventory, which everyone has the opportunity to unlock.

I awakened the profession of "Butcher," possessing strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and a chance to see through the weaknesses of ghost-like monsters.

Zhao Weilai wasn't foolish enough to spill all his personal information at once.

She concealed crucial information:

First of all, this pig-slaughtering knife is a system item that provides a 5% damage bonus against supernatural monsters.

Then in her backpack were props: 5 Corpse Oil Candles, Zhao Weilai's Clay Figurine (Liu Guilan's New Work), and a modified pistol.

Candles were obtained by exchanging gold ingots with other players.

The clay figurines were Liu Guilan's practice pieces.

The pistol was modified by the Special Investigation Bureau; the bullets contained cinnabar, and the bullet heads were soaked in black dog blood.

—The official response is still in the exploratory stage, so nobody knows whether this thing is actually useful.

It could be said that if she could bring the information back alive, she would be worthy of a second-class merit.

However, when facing unfamiliar players, you can't reveal all your cards.

These are the survival rules taught by the instructors.

……

……

"I have a special quest for veteran players."

Zhao Weilai stared at the text information in his field of vision, reassuring the group:

"The more players who survive in this dungeon, the higher my score will be."

Therefore, I will not abandon you easily; our goal is the same—to ensure that as many people as possible survive.

Upon hearing this, the group visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Margaret, in particular, looked at Zhao Weilai as if he were her savior.

If it weren't for social distancing, I probably would have come up and given her a passionate kiss and held her hand in prayer.

……

"Sister Zhao, what should we do now?" Mu Xiao asked softly, her tone full of dependence.

Zhao Weilai didn't answer. Instead, he glanced at everyone and asked the most crucial question:

"Has anyone here awakened their profession? That is, after coming in, has any additional information appeared in your mind, such as the profession name, skills, etc."

"Speaking out now will help us cooperate later. Don't keep things to yourself; keeping things to yourself won't benefit anyone."

The group looked at each other, speechless.

After a few seconds, Father Colevo spoke up:

"Madam, I just realized that there is indeed some extra information in my mind."

It says, "My profession is [believer], quality yellow."

The skill is [Forced Thinking], which releases a calming aura. Players within a two-meter radius have a chance to gain a 'Calm'... uh, buff?

I think this is similar to some kind of psychological suggestion? In the "Calm" state, the player's movement speed increases by 0.5%, intelligence is slightly increased, and the cooldown is six hours.

Zhao Weilai's eyes lit up slightly.

Group support classes are incredibly valuable in newbie matches.

Panic is contagious.

Newcomers are prone to making mistakes when they panic. The calmness buff can increase movement speed and reduce panic to the greatest extent.

……

"A very good support class, with a very significant role."

Zhao Weilai nodded in affirmation, "I know that similar status-based classes are core members of a player's team."

Players can learn about the different classes through the in-game application. Zhao Weilai currently knows of three support classes:

[Physician], [Shepherd], [Alchemist].

Oh, and maybe we should also add "believer".

These were confidential, so Zhao Weilai didn't say much more.

The Indian man stared at the priest, muttering something under his breath.

The expressions on the faces of the Korean couple were noticeably more complex, a mixture of envy and a subtle, inexplicable dissatisfaction.

Just then, Mu Xiao also raised her hand: "Um... I think I've awakened too."

The remaining people all focused their attention on her.

"My class is called [Druid], and its quality is gold."

Mu Xiao looked miserable:

"Passive ability means understanding animal language and being able to comprehend animal speech; active ability means summoning nearby animals and having a chance to get them to help... but there are no animals on the subway."

Gold quality?

Zhao Weilai quickly noted down this important information.

Currently, among the professions recognized by players, there seems to be only one profession with a gold quality.

She never expected to encounter a Chinese student who had awakened a golden profession in a foreign dungeon.

How can this not be considered a kind of fate?

……

"Are you sure it's gold?" Zhao Weilai asked again to confirm.

"Hmm, the system notification says it's gold."

Mu Xiao nodded, then her face was filled with despair:

"But there are no animals around, not even a mouse. This skill is completely useless right now..."

What about the rats in the London Underground?

When they're not needed, these guys always strut around in the carriage.

Sometimes she would even encounter ravens in the train carriages.

As a result, there are no animals left now.

Don't think like that.

Zhao Weilai immediately comforted her:

"Gold-tier professions are very useful. Protect yourself. The Druid profession is very valuable."

In dungeons, like the "Huang Laotai's Birthday" dungeon, if there were a Druid class that understands animal language, wouldn't players be able to clear the dungeon faster?

As for subsequent dungeons, if you can actually control animals, whether it's for scouting or restraining monsters, they will be an excellent help.

The remaining passengers all said they did not have a professional awakening.

Margaret said with some regret that she only had faith in God.

Ravi, of Indian descent, looked on with envy.

Kim Myung and Park So-na looked even worse.

Not having an awakened profession means their chances of survival are even lower.

Even a fool could see that Zhao Weilai clearly favored the two players who had awakened their professional skills.

To put it bluntly, if they were to encounter a life-threatening situation, they have no doubt that Zhao Weilai would make a judgment based on priorities.

It is highly likely that:

One's own fate > the fate of a professional gamer > them > passersby.

……

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the roof light suddenly emitted a piercing crackling sound of electricity.

"!"

Zhao Weilai felt a chill run down his spine.

The car lights flashed when someone died.

She looked up abruptly and saw the cold white light above her begin to flicker wildly.

The entire carriage was constantly being lit up and dimmed, making it painful to look at.

"Be quiet! Sit still!"

Realizing something, Zhao Weilai lowered his voice and reminded them, "Don't move around, and don't go near the car door!"

The group of people held their breath, held each other's hands, and huddled together, trembling.

—The temperature inside the carriage was dropping at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The subway car, which had just been stuffy and hot, suddenly became cold and chilly, as if the train had entered an ice cellar.

Zhao Weilai could clearly see his breath exhaling, which produced a white mist.

Father Collevo nodded slightly and then activated his skill.

[Forced thinking.]

A gentle, invisible white light instantly enveloped the people around them.

Zhao Weilai could clearly feel that his tense nerves had relaxed considerably, and his wildly beating heart had calmed down.

In the upper right corner of the field of view, a line of small text floats:

[Calmness Buff: Movement Speed ​​+0.5%, Slightly increases maximum Intelligence (duration: 15 minutes).]

Mu Xiao patted her chest and whispered, "I'm really not that scared anymore, it's amazing."

Margaret made the sign of the cross on her chest again, muttering thanks to God.

The Indian and Korean couple looked dejected.

Clearly, they weren't lucky enough to receive the bonus.

Father Coleman managed to calm everyone down, but the lights were flashing more and more violently.

……

"Clang—"

The entire train suddenly shook violently, as if it had run over something hard.

Everyone swayed, and some people almost fell off their seats.

Immediately afterwards, the sliding doors on the side of the subway car slowly and silently opened to both sides.

Outside the door was an impenetrable darkness.

There were no platforms, no lights, no tunnel walls, nothing at all.

It was as if the train had stopped in a tunnel.

Two passersby were startled and stood up, instinctively trying to look towards the car door.

Zhao Weilai immediately whispered a warning: "Don't go near, and absolutely do not get out of the car!"

—The dungeon has just started, how could we possibly provide an escape route right now?

The two people froze immediately and sat back down, trembling.

The carriage was deathly silent.

Soon, a sound came from outside the car door.

First came the sound of hurried footsteps; many people were running.

Then came various screams and cries for help—the sounds weren't far away, as if they were coming from other carriages.

"My God! Where am I?!"

"Send me back! Damn it, send me back! I want to go back!"

"I can't see anything, Suna, where are you?"

These sounds were muffled and indistinct, as if they were coming through a thick layer of cotton, and drifted far away.

Then, it came to an abrupt end.

There's nothing left.

Cries for help, screams, and the sound of running footsteps vanished in the same instant.

How could so many sounds all disappear at once?

The people in the carriage were all pale-faced, gripping the armrests of their seats tightly, their knuckles white.

The unknown is more terrifying than the visible.

Margaret kept her eyes closed, her lips moving incessantly:

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me..." (Psalm 5)

Father Kolyva gripped the cross with both hands and prayed softly in Russian.

About half a minute later, the car door remained open, and there was not a sound.

The next second, the ink-wash text announcement appeared before everyone's eyes:

[Player Edward Hock has died.]

[Player Susan Miller has died.]

[Player Tom Reed has died.]

[Player Jack Corren is dead.]

……

……

Death announcements flooded social media.

After scrolling through more than a dozen death notices, the temperature in the entire carriage seemed to drop even further.

Zhao Weilai stared intently at the words, his nerves taut.

She was afraid to see familiar names.

Fortunately, the announcement stopped after about ten seconds.

[Current total number of players in the instance: 102/150.]

The two people who were just about to check on the situation had faces full of relief.

—Luckily, Zhao Wei reminded them not to get off the bus, otherwise there would definitely be two more unlucky people on the death list.

Before he could catch his breath, the light above his head suddenly groaned and went out completely with a "snap".

The entire carriage was plunged into complete darkness.

I can't see anything.

Zhao Weilai's heart clenched suddenly.

Then, she heard it.

"Thump..."

"Thump..."

"Thump..."

Heavy, slow footsteps.

The sound grew louder as it approached, step by step, from the open car door into the carriage.

It's invisible.

I can't see anything.

Only the sound of footsteps, one after another, grew closer and closer in the pitch-black carriage.